I have listened to many stories about church kitchens. I know stories of my aunt spending summers cooking in the kitchen of an Episcopal Church camp. Stories of a food ministry begun in the underutilized caterer’s kitchen in a large church where non-worship attending volunteers regularly outnumber church members. I have stories of youth group mission and beach trips funded by spaghetti dinners. I also know of churches with all the best and finest equipment rarely touched or put to use to feed anybody. And churches with little space or adequate equipment regularly turning out feasts for crowds.
Cooking is only a small part of what goes on in a church kitchen. Not everything that happens in them is holy. I have heard stories of loud shouting matches, hurt feelings, cut fingers, and burnt offerings. I’ve also seen lives change, resurrections happen, people discovering a new vocation, skills shared, treasured recipes passed on, class, race, age, gender, and all sorts of other differences bridged.
What are your church kitchen stories?